Liam and Sarah had lived with “The Lumpy Legend”—a hand-me-down sofa from Liam’s college days—for five years too long. When a flyer hit their mat screaming they saw it as a sign.
As the kid hauled the 'Bus Seat' down the stairs, Liam turned to Sarah. "See? We didn't just get a free sofa. We got a free sofa and fifty bucks."
"We saved fifteen hundred dollars," Liam reminded her, sitting on 'The Cloud.' "We own a haunted bus seat, Liam," Sarah sighed.
The 'Graveyard' was where interior design dreams went to die. Amidst the neon polyester and wicker frames sat a lone, high-backed loveseat upholstered in a pattern that can only be described as '1970s Bus Seat.' "It’s... vintage?" Liam suggested weakly. They took both.
By Sunday, the free sofa was sitting in their guest room, looking like a hitchhiker who had moved in and refused to leave. Every time they walked past, it seemed to vibrate with its own ugliness.
"It’s a free sofa, Sarah," Liam countered. "We could give it to your sister. Or turn the guest room into a velvet-lined lounge."
They spent Saturday at Sofas & Such , a warehouse that smelled of Scotchgard and desperation. They eventually picked out 'The Cloud'—a deep, charcoal sectional that felt like sitting on a marshmallow.
